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She rocks her hips against me, and I growl in desperation, spreading my hands over her waist and pushing her down onto me.

She moans sweetly, leaning forward to kiss me.

For a moment I’m lost in the kiss, forgetting that this is wrong, that I have to say no.

My fingers press into his flesh, clawing at her, pushing her harder against my cock.

A flash of anger bolts through me -

I throw her off me, onto the bed next to me and she squeals in fright.

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, Zina. This isn’t all I want - “ I snarl darkly.

“Really? Well, apparently you don’t want this either - so why am I even here?” She hisses, hurt by this new rejection.

I shake my head and roll away from her, lying on my side with my jaw set tightly.

My heart is racing, and my blood is rushing through my head, making me dizzy with confusion.

What the fuck does she want from me?

Next to me I hear a soft sigh. The bed moves. Her hand touches my waist, then slowly wraps around me. She snuggles against my back.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

With a heavy sigh I thread my fingers through hers and pull her tighter against me. “Me too.” I reply, my voice low.

Rolling over to face her I pull ever up against me and she presses her lips into mine, kisses me slowly.

My cock grows hard, pushing into her and she moans, moving slowly, pulling my pants down to free it.

I wrap my hand around her thigh as she lies on her side next to me, pulling her leg up and around my waist while her other is on is straight down the bed.

My hand wraps around her ass cheek, my fingers dipping into her pussy and she gasps, making sweet little sounds for me.

I thrust upwards, my cock slipping inside her, my fingers still touching the opening of her pussy, so I feel my cock sliding past, pushing her open. I press my finger into her as well, and from inside her I feel my cock moving - the sensation is wildly sexy.

We make my love slowly, with deliberate, controlled movements, paying attention to everything happening between us.

EIGHTEEN

zina

At breakfast Giovanni is watching Santino.

His son is glaring at me with hatred and I’m waiting for Giovanni to reprimand him.

I’m so tired of this back and forth. This endless game of accusation and coldness. If Santino is angry at anyone, it should be his father. His father is the one who cheated on his mother - not me. His father made that choice and hunted me like prey until I gave myself to him - only afterwards finding out he had a family.

I don’t deserve to be treated like this.

I sigh loudly and set my eyes on Giovanni, trying to convey my thoughts with my glare.

He clenches his jaw and refuses to understand me.

Santino continues to glare.

In a moment of frustration and defiance I glare back at Santino. “Why do you hate me so much?” I snap at him.

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